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We try to grasp all that we can feel Every grain of substance we can imagine All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal From our arduous compassion engines How long can we believe until we kneel To the unkempt veracity of religion Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast Cynically mocking the faithful breed Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast Their egotist ideals of what we all need Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past Getting off on their own selfish greed The words of mankind have nothing to tell Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest For someone who has already gaily fell To a nihilist end that I should have guessed I have opened my mind to one single thing A universal truth that we all should know That one simple rule is to believe in nothing Is there any trace of deception in what I sow? There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything And, your deathbed will teach that there's nothing to know
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
De Omnibus Dubitandum
We try to grasp all that we can feel Every grain of substance we can imagine All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal From our arduous compassion engines How long can we believe until we kneel To the unkempt veracity of religion Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast Cynically mocking the faithful breed Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast Their egotist ideals of what we all need Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past Getting off on their own selfish greed The words of mankind have nothing to tell Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest For someone who has already gaily fell To a nihilist end that I should have guessed I have opened my mind to one single thing A universal truth that we all should know That one simple rule is to believe in nothing Is there any trace of deception in what I sow? There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything And, your deathbed will teach that there's nothing to know
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
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